The world between worlds is a strange and ethereal place, existing outside of the boundaries of time and space. It is a place of swirling colors and shifting shapes, where the laws of physics and reality seem to bend and warp in unpredictable ways. It is a space where the barriers between different dimensions and realities are weakened, allowing travelers to pass through from one world to another. In the world between worlds, it is easy to become lost or disoriented, and one must be careful to keep their wits about them in order to find their way to their desired destination.

The three girls linked their hands, as the space around them began to swirl with terrifying uncertainty, colours seemed to scream and blur together, like paint smudging, colours merging and separating as if a struggle for dominance was taking place between the individual colours and shapes. They kept tearing at each other until eventually they all began to separate the colours and shapes became so pale and translucent, until they could be walked through like a fine mist.

As the mist began to clear, the ground began to shake, only one path remained ahead of them, while everything else seemed to fall away into the clouds of swirling colour. If looked at the clouds too long, you might be drawn to them as the psiren’s song calls ill fated sailors, down into the waves. They pushed forward uneasily, until they soon regained their footing and reoriented themselves. The path before them became wider and wider, until eventually it billowed out into an open plain.